HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my long-term friends online. Even though we haven’t seen each other yet, our friendship on friendster, multiply, tumblr and facebook and in real life, of course has been blooming, as each year we greet each other on our birthdays, or on Christmas day, and on random days. I just want to say that I’m happy and blessed kuya introduced me to the two of you because both of you have been inspirations to me. You’re two great RNs, I can see by the way your co-workers commend and acknowledge all your hardwork. Truly inspiring!:) and this is my first time (now as your fellow RN) greet you a happy happy birthday!!:) cheers to your beautiful lives, families, and to our profession! God bless you two mga Ate! 😊👯
A Few Love Lessons Brought by Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell:
1. Being in love is being too familiar with details.
~That morning, in English, Park noticed that Eleanor’s hair came to a soft red point on the back of her neck.
That afternoon, in history, Eleanor noticed that Park chewed on his pencil when he was thinking.~
Being able to ride within the point of views of both of these lovers, I’ve discovered more about the “how” part of falling romantically in love. If the heart’s so sincere in carrying that emotion, a person just can’t help to study every characteristic and feature and every ambiguous detail affixed to the love interest. It was as if a guy wanted to complete this certain puzzle so much that he solved it a countless times, even if at first it’s like it didn’t want to be solved. But he tried so much that he accomplished it, finally. He was so in love with it that he memorized every complex puzzle piece.
2. Love can intensify if mixed with music.
~Best of all, she had Park’s songs in her head— and in her chest, somehow.~
One of my favorite things about the book is the clear attachment of music— another connection the two head-over-heels-in-love misfits shared, without doubt. I felt that can’t-be-stopped giddiness every time I read these lines narrating on how they admired and awed for different songs in various eras and genres. I admit, I am not familiar with most of the songs mentioned (therefore a research must be accomplished soon), but just knowing the fact that every beat they heard in a three-minute rock song made their bus ride chinwags a whole lot better, I felt the strong musical bond, as well.
3. Love brings out the idea of emotional incompleteness.
~”I don’t even think I even breathe when we’re not together. Which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it’s been like sixty hours since I’ve taken a breath.”~
A funny part about this paramount feeling is that you just feel anxious and lacking whenever the person you’re in love with is heaps of miles away from you. And then sometimes you realize that you had never really experienced this kind of incompleteness when you still hadn’t met the person, and now that this person’s a part of your world, everything just gets really strange. Sometimes you feel as if you’re searching for something you’ve been desperately needing, even if the first place, in the first parts of your living, you never even yearned.
4. We become a factory of beautiful words and metaphors when we are in love.
~Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.~
Playful indeed is love, that even a person so cold and reserved and quiet and seemingly socially dull can have the ability to produce so much profound musings. Park’s thoughts were somewhat tear-jerkers for me— I mean, man, how amazing it is when you dive inside the in-love-guy’s mind, and you discover so much beauty in his words? Boys who get to create metaphors are just so gush-worthy.
5. Love can be so awkward, and it’s perfectly okay.
~”Hi,” Eleanor said.
"Hi," he breathed.
"What?" he said.
"I don’t know," she said. "Hi."~
The awkwardness inclined with love is just so precious because it means that love is not a pretentious thing. Being awkward is just being you, being sincere with yourself, and I think, there will always be a person who can fit with the kind of awkwardness you have. I’ve loved so many ill at ease moments in the novel— the way they got so uneasy and embarrassed with each other just brought so much flowing figurative hearts all over the place. The book was so true, it was in the real world-zone. I felt like I belonged to the book, for I have the similar bag of awkwardness myself.
6. Crazy, crazier, craziest— popular levels of love.
~When she saw Park standing at the bus stop on Monday morning, she started giggling. Seriously, giggling like a cartoon character… When their cheeks get all red.~
We all got to admit this one, alright— everything is just so “I can’t help it,”. It feels so human, period.
7. Love is about saying the right words in the right time. (if possible, perfect time.)
~He regretted saying it. Not because it wasn’t true. He loved her. Of course he did. There was nothing else to explain… everything Park felt. But he hadn’t meant to tell her like that. So soon. And over the phone.~
For me, saying those three words are not just perfect for candlelight dinners or under the moonlight and shooting stars rooftop dates— it will be perfect according to our own perception of perfect. In a lighter sense, we need not to be reckless with the words with release; we have to think thoroughly first and be prepared for the possible grand turn of events right after those three words get to escape out of the mouth.
I was (and still am) absolutely in love with this book and it’s probably so much more obvious now. How about you, guys? Any insights and reactions? I’d love to hear from you.